So I made the coffee, and went into our front room, the office; I flopped into my old buddy “Easy the Chair” and popped open SF. The chat room was a little saner this morning than it was last night. When I left it the explicit narratives were flying. It was a physical representation of the inside of a porn writers head as he (or she) is about to die and everything in their life is flashing before them. Kind of like an erotic tornado.
But it was quiet this morning, and still outside. I felt like writing a blog post but I really had no inspiration, nothing sext really happened last night. So I went out and shoveled some more snow . . . it snowed again overnight. When I came in later in the morning, I opened SF. Duchess suggested that I look in female content for inspiration, I saw the inspiration that she suggested. That is when it hit me what today’s post should be about.
All 22 entries so far have been about me, they have been about my cock, my internal male apparatus and everything that is going on between them and me. This blog has been mostly about me ….but what about all of you? More particularly, what about all you ladies that inspire me and all us guys with your sexy nude photos and your conversation.
This post is dedicated to all of the beautiful SF ladies, all of you who who shed your clothes to share with us the most intimate gift you have . . . your beautiful nude bodies. To me the sight of all of you gracing this sight is moving as well as being highly erotic. The female body is an amazingly beautiful object, obviously I am not the first man to acknowledge that . . . painters, photographers and poets have been doing it for centuries. But we are all existentialists, whether we know it or not. Everyone has to take his or her own bath. So for me when I see your naked beauty it is as is I am seeing the aluring and mysterious beauty of a nude woman for the first time.
When I look at the sexy photos on the site I see the beauty of the female form in its entirety. But I also see it close detail. I see curves of hips, the swell of breasts, the darkened pucker of a wrinkled anus, the creases in the vulva where the fuzz covered fleshy skin folds inward and turns pink as it transforms into moist darkened lips, glistening folds of warm flesh which longs to caress my penis. I see the suggestion of the hot wet mysteries that lay within the inside of your vagina. I see breasts, small ones, big ones pendulous ones and pert ones. I see nipples of all sizes and colors. When I look carefully, it is easy to see that those nipples are as unique as the faces above them.
At some point, as I look at the photos, the images transfer in a mysterious erotic process from the screen into my mind. They are no longer images on a computer, they become veiled parts of my consciousnesses. The nipples that I see become nipples that I can feel, touch and taste. I know from delightful experience the feel of a female nipple in my mouth. I know the feeling of having it harden from the wet suction I am applying and from the heat of my mouth. I feel the shudder as I draw the erect nipple slowly into my mouth and massage the underside of it with my tongue as if to coax milk that may someday be there or may once have been there. The nipple is a miraculous thing. It is an outlet for a substance that can sustain life but it is also a beautiful, sexual and sensual object. Women worry about their tits and whether they need implants, lifts plastic surgery etc. But in truth I don’t care …I have never seen a breast that wasn’t beautiful.
But if tits are a work of art, then I think about all of your vaginas. As I have said several times in previous posts I am in love with female genitalia. I am smitten because like all things female …with a vagina there is more there than meets the eye. To fully appreciate a vagina and a woman you have to key into the subtle. If you invest the time and pay attention to the details and the signals you will be richly rewarded.
I love to watch the change that occurs when I am up close and fully engaged with your sex. I love the way it responds to my hot breath on the sensitive flesh in that hot wet fold between your legs. I love the way your realization of my intense gaze only inches from your most delicate sensitive parts invokes a modest and lustful response at the same time.
Your nipples may harden and your heart may start to race. There before me is the most mysterious and erotic part of you and it is capable of amazing change. Before I even touch you the heat from my breath will wash over your moist folds, warming them and causing them to unfold and swell. As they heat up and swell, your vagina will very subtly open up just like a flower to reveal its sexy glory to me, the protected pink folds within it. Like a flower it draws me to its color, aroma and its nectar.
If I grace those folds with the warm caress from my tongue, I can watch the light pink interior of your vagina shift to a darker musky hue. I can then look up at your face and into your eyes to see you looking at me longingly and desperately. I am perched in between your thighs far from any direct physical communication, but I am reading her body. It is telling me reams. But your eyes. . . those eyes are telling me a million things without saying anything. They are saying: I am vulnerable. I long for your attention. Protect me and love me. Give yourself to me. Take me but be gentle with me as you respond to my passion. Most importantly, be gentle of spirit with me. I am giving myself to you . . . . appreciate what I am giving you, my most intimate self. Appreciate me.
It is a privilege to be there at the gateway to your passion and to take your intimate female parts and relish them with my tongue, fingers and my penis. It is a bigger privilege to be there in your mind. You are the most vulnerable as you open your legs wide and shamelessly give yourself to me visually and physically. I remember the subtlety of your gift, the gift of your body and of your vagina and I relish them; but there is more to relish. As your heat grows, and your whole body responds to my lustful insistance, attention and ministration, your vagina responds in equal measure. Your vaginal canal opens and deepens, longing for attention and beckoning for a hardened penis. It waits to experience the joy of penetration. You think of the heat of that penis inside you, opening you up. You think of the feeling it will bring when it slides in and rubs against the sensitive flesh inside of your vagina. When the sensuality of the moment, the stimulation of my attention and the erotic thoughts in your mind all come together at a moment like this, then your vagina will begin to weep. This is not an expression of sadness or pain but rather an expression of desire and need. It is an expression of your arousal and your desperation to be entered and taken. Ultimately you long to feel the heat of my eruption spill into you as I throb and pulse pouring my own passion into you. As your arousal grows, your clitoris will darken, stiffen and peer out from under its hood as if to acknowledge that there is some thing happening and it wants to be part of it.
By now the arousal is more in your brain than it is in your vagina. If I want to look to your face to see the passion in your eyes I will be disappointed. Your eyes are closed. Your thoughts are with the passion that is engulfing your body like hot water in a rising bath. You are savoring the heat of the rising water of passion as it envelops your belly button, then the underside of your tits, eventually gripping your sensitive nipples. You are awash in lust. You are lost in the sensations that are radiating out form you hot - gaping vagina to the rest of your body. The erotic sensations are really working on your mind … your thoughts are racing with your rising arousal but they are mired in the heat of need. You don't know how to respond to the myriad sensations and thoughts that are crashing on you like waves. But underneath it all you feel the heat between your legs and the void inside you that needs to be filled by male heat and, skin and hardness.
You may be thinking of my passion for you, or you may be thinking of a lover of long ago, or of my hardened cock and what it looks like as it fills your cunt with my hot cum, or you may be thinking of the taste of my cum or the feel of my penis in your mouth. Whatever you are thinking you may not be there with me at that moment. And that is all right because this is your moment and I am giving it to you . . . I am making this moment special and I am confident in my gift.
As you sink deeper into the ocean of erotic bliss. . . reality seems to fade away to be replaced by the feeling of exquisite bliss that is drilling into your soul via your cunt. Your vagina feels like it is on fire and in heaven at the same time. Your vagina is enflamed by an itch that can't be scratched, and a pain that brings joy. You are drowning in waves of passion that are thundering over you. Your vagina belays the passionate feeling that is clenching you like a vise. It will be dripping by now and the odor of your arousal will rise to meet my nostrils. The odor of your arousal is intoxicating to me. It is unique to you. It hints of salt, musk, it has a pungent note underneath I, but it smells like you. I love it. I need it. It always has the same impact on me, it makes me hard as steel. I don’t know if there is such a thing as pheromones or not . . . but I do know that the smell of your arousal will pass straight from my nose and run straight to my cock like water down a raging river. It causes my penis to lengthen, throb and drool . . . all to eventually penetrate you and fill you.
I always marvel at your vagina in this aroused state. I am always forcing myself not to hurry, and keep my eyes open to witness the miracle of your orgasm. I watch how you nervously open and close your hands grasping the sheets on the bed as the tension deep inside your sex is building. I watch your toes alternating splaying and curling as the erotic pressure in you is building. It is an expression of trying to cope with mounting sensations that are drilling into your consciousness, penetrqating your vagina and consuming you. The sensation is making you loose all rational thought only to have it replaced by need. . . sexual need. Hot, wet, desperate, passionate need.
When you are this hot there is little that you will not succumb to. You will not resist my finger in your rectum, nor would you refuse my tongue prying you open there to explore the inner heat and softness of your tight little asshole. You would never allow that other than now. You will vocalize filthy thoughts that you never would admit under any other circumstances. You brethlessly tell me all the nasty things that you want me to do to you. This is the vocabulary that you only use when you are on the brink of exploding in orgasm.
Your entire body is now a sex organ. If I suckle a nipple, it will elevate the tension in your vagina. If I suckle a toe or an earlobe or lavish kisses on the soft warm spot where your collar bone and your neck come together …it will cause your heart to explode. But I will not relinquish my spot there between your thighs, breathing on your cunt … not just yet. I am there at the nexus of your arousal . . .this is the place where it all comes together. It is wonderful place to be; it is dirty, elegant and tender at the same time.
This is the time and place where I might choose to kiss and nibble your clitoris causing it to reach towards me like a leaf stretching to meet the sun, looking for the warmth of my wet mouth. It is looking for stimulation and appreciation and attention.
When I slip a finger inside of you and reach for the hardened swelling inside of your vaginal canal, you will tense partly for the exquisite sensation that you are feeling as I insert it and partly from the sensitive stimulation that comes when I contact my ultimate target your swollen g spot. When I push and rub that spot I feel the thick slippery wetness that the stimulation unleashes, it is coating your vagina.
This is when I feel closest to you. ayou are allowing me to enter you. To me the gift of entering a woman is truly the greatest gift she can give me. It is one thing to embrace you or sleep next to you or massage you, but your willingness to let me enter inside of your body and to be physically inside of your most intimate parts, feeling the soft, vulnerable inside of you is indeed the greatest gift.
My finger in your vagina is one thing. . . but then I consider the gift of being able to slide my hardened penis into you is another thing entirely. When I do that you feel the physical manifestation and fullness of my passion entering you. I slide slowly into you, my cock has been hardened and tempered by your lust. I slide into you savoring the feeling as I open you with my cock, which is engorged, with my hot blood, and cum. I probe the depth of your vagina with the throbbing expression of my own lust; it causes your heart to race even more. You feel me filling you as I inch forward and eventually bump into your glistening cervix with the engorged head of my penis. I can flood you with my hot cum at any time but I exercise control and hold it in waiting for the right time.
I am leaking precum and your vagina is oozing with your lust. Our fluids join just as our minds are sharing this moment.
I begin to rock on your vulva, grinding my pubic bone on your clitoris pressing it against your own pubic bone. I rise to my knees so that I can access your clitoris and massage it with your own pussy juice.
I think of my cock deep inside of you and my own pending orgasm. I look at you . . . your face expresses your desperation. I begin to press and rub the glans and shaft of your clitoris with my finger. Your arousal is not so subtle anymore. . . . you are grunting squealing and writhing, desperately waiting for release. I then pull my cock out of you, it comes out with a pop like a champagne bottle on New Years Eve. I look at your face … it is a look of panic, of the threat of an orgasm denied. Your vagina is gapping open and my rock hard cock is suspended in mid air between us. My hard dick is erect, long and thick; it is literally dripping from being inside of your sopping cunt. I slip two fingers inside of your vagina, you cannot feel me enter because you are open partly from your own lust but partly from the stretching from my cock.
When my fingers reconnect with your g spot, you shudder. I can feel your pending release, inside of you. Your vaginal walls begin to close in on my fingers and you are starting to contract to hold them in you. I push on your g spot and lower my face to your clit. You are watching me with wide-open eyes, you have felt this feeling before but each one is different. Each orgasm brings its own intensity and feeling. To you it seems like a lifetime until my lips connect with your sweetest of spots, your clit. When I suckle your clit with my warm lips and tongue you explode immediately. I look up from between in your wet folds and I watch the orgasm over take you. If everything leading up to this moment has been an opening and giving to me . . . then this is the time when all is coming back and closing.
Your mind is focused on the immediacy and urgency welling and releasing in your sex, your abdomen, up your spine and deep inside you. You are literally boiling with lust and it is consuming you; you are melting and giving into it. Your vagina begins to suck me into you . . . your clitoris is pulling back … I can feel it twitching and jerking but I suck on it keeping it in my mouth. My tongue is wrapped around it. You are twisting as the spasms crash inside of you. Cum is dribbling from your cunt around my fingers …it is your hot cum. I finally release your clitoris and it quickly retreats under its hood like a small animal hiding from a predator. The orgasmic contractions continue as I keep massaging your g spot. You thrust your pelvis up to my fingers to maximize the sensation. The puckering and pumping of your asshole starts to slow down and soon your asshole is calm.
I kneel above you and begin to squeeze and jerk my hardened cock. I need to unload now. You have caused my cock to elongate and harden to stone. My hand slides on the slimy wetness that covers it. In a matter of seconds the head of my cock swells and inflates, indicating that I am about to cum. Then the head pulses and contracts, shooting my cum in a thick rope, it is white and hot. It spurts out in multiple long ropes that have you transfixed as you watch it pumping the contents of my balls feverishly onto your belly.
I watch your body return to its preorgasmic state. I see the flush on your face and chest and the sweat of passion on your forehead. I lean down and embrace you ... holding you against my chest as you come down. I have you. I will hold you until you sleep. You are safe you are with me.
This is what runs through my mind when I look at the photos on SF. I see each beautiful image on my screen in the throws of the passion that I have just described . . .yet you all look so innocent and tender and vulnerable in your nudity.
This blog post is dedicated to all of you sweet ladies on SF. Your beauty lies in the complexity of your femininity as it is expressed in your glorious yet subtle nude bodies.
You show us all your vulnerability and your insecurity, but you also show us your eroticism and your innocence. You are all beautiful. I relish your gift and I celebrate it.
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